Rhys and Fu were sitting on top of hay. The hay were on a carriage that was pulled by a horse. There was a faint sound of streams coming from the water on both sides of the road.
Rhys was eating fruit as he watched the wheat fields, while the rabbit was holding his pen and book.
More than a month has passed since they went to Amwel City.
Fu scratched the pen against his head because an idea wouldn't enter his mind. "Hey, are we not going? Those bandits are definitely expecting to see you there."
